“What did you want to talk about, Logan?” His eyes search mine. “Are you and Silas a thing?” I’m taken aback by his question, my brow furrowing. “No. Why would you even suggest that?” “I’ve seen the two of you together. You’re always together. And then you left with him today after school.” I stare down at him, my hands still wrapped around his wrists. My heart races in my chest, beating erratically against its cage. “Have you been watching me, Logan?” He shrugs without any shame, probably given his drunken state. “So what if I have been? If I can’t have you, no one else can.”
